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VIRILITER AGE
- BEHAVIOR -

MOTTO OF
CALDERMOUNT COLLEGE

Amberson.

Breathtaking like he was the last man
beats with a nice piece of footwork.

Short cuts are made
with the rules.

This boy is as flexible as
a swamp cat. An outsider.

A rising star in the sky,
it shines in the stream today.

This phoenix resurrected from the ashes
from a scholarship ...

will be his name in the history books
from Caldermount.

In your dreams, scholarship student.
- Sit down, freak.

Jeffreys.

Audley.
- Yes.

Robinson.

Birtles.
- Banham.

Aitken.

Dale Harris.

Aitken.

Howard.

Huxley.

Father, I don't have yours for a while
heard, so soon an update.

Montague.

Bingham.

Bratby.

I auditioned for Streamers.

Johnson.

It went well.

Vickers, class representative,
and Winchester are captains.

Gunderson.

Everyone wants to be part of Winchester's team.

No, you, Noodle.

Amberson. But it doesn't matter
I've only been here four years.

Fortunately Winch is
a good friend of mine.

Streamers, gentlemen.

The tournament of kings.

Why play for the Founders XI?
- Greatness, sir.

You sound like a bunch of officials.
Do you want to become that?

Pencil brush in a two-in-one hairdresser?
- Like Amber's father.

Why play for the Founders XI?
- Greatness, sir.

The qualification starts.

They won't ask why.
- They will only do and die.

Did I tell you about Streamers?

It's been 300 years
only played on Caldermount.

Strange that it didn't work.
It is so much fun.

Little Gidding.

Really an intellectual game.
It's about reason.

It looks like chess.

And away, German bite.

The baby is coming.

There is the boy.

Winchester is by far the best. Standing there
about 30 relatives of him on the honor board.

He was literally born for this game.

The Ambersons are not on the honor plate.
Not yet.

I may need a bit.

Drill all right.

To score, climb on a wall and hit
a tree stump with the Streamers ball ...

which is technically not a ball,
because it is square.

Now I get it.

Caldermount is not about thinking,
but for the boast.

To earn your place
in the history books.

Boast possible.

And that's what I did today.

Boast in the air.

Boast.

Make a touchdown.

Make a touchdown, Noodle.

Make a touchdown.

Make a touchdown.

Boast dead.

You might think you were rebellious.
- I drowned, sir.

How do you help a tradition
better killed than with your death?

You should go to the director.
- No, sir.

I understand, Amberson.

You are a roach in this huge pond.
Caldermount is swimming or drowning.

Roaches can swim, sir.

Okay, a lame roach then.
What are you doing then?

Do you let yourself drown or cling
you stuck to a friendly salmon?

Sorry, are you the salmon?

Look at my male sincerity.

Look at my worthy attitude
and my brave upper lip.

Make sure you look like me and you'll be fine.
- Yes, sir.

Half rations.
Run with a bucket.

Do your best and play the game.

You will be grateful to me for this.
- Yes, sir.

And laugh, Amberson.

This is the best time of your life.

Nice shot.

Birdie.

To fill. Back at seven.

Plebeian.

Shit.

Idiot. See where you walk anyway.

How can you be so blind?
Those boxes are huge.

Sorry.

Can I call someone?
Someone at the hospital?

You are french.

How do I contact your caregiver?

No no. I am not sick.

No? You look like
as if you peed in your pants.

Are you dangerous?
- No, I'm a schoolboy.

Amberson.

I help you up.

Cool.

How can I...

help you

You could wear that.

Understood.

And then ... One, two, three.

What do you keep in this?

You must think this is a great book.
- It was written by my father.

That won't happen as long as I live. Never.

No.

I'd rather die. This school
want me to dress like Batman.

If you are Batman,
Gotham has a problem.

Load the car. We go.

Dad, we can go
when your new book is finished.

You need this job.

No, I don't need this job.
I need money. Do you know why?

Because those shrews are picking me up.

My mother is not a shrew.
- She left us, remember?

I almost jumped out the window.

Who is that runner?

Did he piss in his pants?
- Bonjour, Monsieur. I'm Amberson.

My book.

Careful, these are first editions.
- They are the only editions.

They are all the more expensive.

Two hundred and fifty years ago
built Sir Thomas Calder ...

The founder.

His school based
of a few simple principles.

Sir Thomas ...
- The founder.

Believed in team spirit.

Loyalty.

Discretion.

Know when to take the lead
and when you serve yourself.

You must recreate the world
in the image of Caldermount.

The founder.

Dunkirk. Azincourt. The Opium Wars.

The Swan of Avon. India. Trains.

Internal combustion. Caldermount.

Long live Caldermount.

The founder.

The Day of the Founder.
What a shame.

That that villain Caldermount is honored.
The established order.

Gangsters, piece by piece.

Hello all.

Bonjour, Monsieur.

My name is Monsieur Babinot.

B-A-B-I-N-O-T.

You don't pronounce the 't'.

You can sit down.

As you may know,
I replace your teacher, Mr. Nobes.

You. What was the last one?
that Mr. Nobes taught you?

Saint-Exupéry, Monsieur.

Saint-Exupéry? Excuse me.

If you want to learn something
about something called 'life' ...

I suggest...

I suggest you yourself
treat to a dose of Felix Martin.

Careful with these books, okay?

First editions, careful.

Careful, first editions.

Is this on the curriculum, sir?

Teaching program? What's your name?
- Johnson.

Open the book on the first page
and start translating.

Jacques kept the knife
on the throat of the pawnbroker ...

Go to hell.

He whispered to the ...

Against the squeaky pimp.

Squeaky pimp.

Right.

Left, left, left, right, left ...

The bad woman is a blonde ...

horse?

The woman has blond hair.
Can not you read?

Not really.
Nobesy taught phonetically, sir.

A good oral
would be enough for a sufficient.

They are random sounds.

He was a scammer?
- Absolutely.

Always sat in the pub.
We never saw him.

Well, let's see.

If it's okay,
we can all go to the pub.

Not together. I can not.
I write a book.

You.

Rolled up like a ball
in your civil safety ...

never ask yourself questions
without answers.

You.

Nobody took you by the shoulder
before it was too late.

Now the clay ...
- Now the clay ...

whose shape you have dried up ...

and nowhere in you ...

will one day be the musician ...

the poet, the astronomer awake ...

which may be original
was present in you.

You had to mark the boxes.

It's okay.

Go on, go.

Well, guys ...

Silence.

OK, phonetics.

DEBATE CLUB
THIS HOUSE WOULD RAIL IN RUSSIA

If she's looking for action, she's in the right place.

Women prefer a Roger Moore
above a Sean Connery.

Mom thinks I'm charming.

French girls are riotous.
No morale at all.

You only get their cat
if you take them out.

I only go for Rosa Luxemburg.
- I bet on Winchester.

Amberson?

Your father is on the phone.

Dad?
- Come to my house at midnight.

I want to see you.
- Who is this?

Good evening, Agnes.
Two camparias, please.

Shit.

Why didn't you come last night?
I've been waiting for you.

Do not run away.

I have to be back by seven.
- A minute.

What do you want from me?
- You're a nice kid.

Nice? No. Do not believe...

I'm a...
- Okay, look.

At home in Nantes
I knew a lot of boys.

They played a game.
Wanted to be macho or smart.

And I thought:
go crazy, you are so empty.

I have the same opinion.
About girls, of course.

So...

I wanted to travel, but my father says:

'Do not leave me alone.
Then I can't work. "

Is he still writing a book?

He's been with the same book for 18 years
busy. It made my mother go crazy.

Now he has to finish it,
otherwise he cannot continue.

So I come here to help him
and now I am his maid.

I cook, clean, pick it up
underwear on. And there is nothing here.

No theater, no library.

La library.

I am angry and bored.

And I can't say how I feel,
because I have nobody to talk to.

Then this happens.

You see someone and you think:
maybe he understands?

I know the feeling.

Maybe he's going through the same thing?
- Probably.

You can't get him out of your head.
- Don't resist it.

Then you realize that you like him.

Do you want to give him this?

Him?

The poet. Tall, handsome.

Winchester?

Stop. Do not move.

Stand still, I said.

Walk.

Bogey in the red zone.
This is not an exercise.

What have you got there, kid?

It's for Winchester, sir.
- Then give it to him.

On your fucking knees
or I'll do something to you.

Right. You can't threaten me
with a wooden gun.

Good shot, hussar.

LET NAVIGATE ALL HOPE,
YOU ENTERING HERE

Are you familiar with the nasty consequences
from wasting my time?

I have something for Winchester.

Can you divorce?

Is that a joke?
- Does it look like that?

I'm not that familiar with ...
- Then you have to participate.

Come on.
- Come on, fight back.

Come on, Noodle. Come on.

Everything fine?

Winchester, I have a package.

Turn it around.
- From the girl.

That French guy's daughter.

You charmer. Typically Winch.
- Guys, please.

All bets are off the court.

Come on, Birtles.
- We're going to tell the others.

He has decorated a girl. I repeat:
Winchester has decorated a girl.

So, this ... lady?

Agnes. She gave this to me.

To you?
- To give to you.

To me?
- To you.

Why?
- I think she likes you.

Me?
- You.

Why?
- No idea.

Wait a second.

Is it porn?

No, it's almost certainly not porn.

I swore that I ...

NEVER WOULD TRY MORE

YOU SEE DIFFERENT

WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO OFFER?

What was that supposed to mean?
- I think that was a challenge.

You have to answer her.

No I can not.
- I can help you.

I don't need your help.

I blow her over
with my charming bazooka.

Why did you have to tell them?
- Sorry. Let me help you.

Why? What do you get out of it?
- Nothing.

That is suspicious. My father always said:
"Don't become a victim of charity."

He was talking about healthcare
or the tax or something.

But let's close a deal.

Quid pro quo.

There must be something you want.

Audley.

I want him to stop ...
- Stops being such a huge jerk?

Deal.
- All right.

Winchy.

We are going to do it.
That girl doesn't know what will happen to her.

Cheers.

Come on, get out.

B team.

How can team XI get better?
if they train with worthless cotton wool?

Crunches in the stream all.

Sorry, sir. Do you mind if I ...

Come here, dude.

Can I borrow Amberson?

Amberson?
- A moving target.

Something typical for Winch.

Amberson, you can go.

Come on. Run.

You stopped. Why?

Got it for Christmas.

If you want to force the offside trap,
don't want anything else.

Cool.
- Do you think that's cool?

Then you haven't seen what I have
got even more. Really crazy.

My face in pins.

This is my face.

But in pins.

Shall we...
- Yes, let's get started.

I brought you some tickets.
- Beautiful. Come on.

Why don't you write down what you think?

Boom. Here we go. He says so.

I write down what I think.

What do i think

MY NAME IS HENRY WINCHESTER
BUT THEY CALL ME ...

WINCH ...

OR WINCHY

I like WINCH THE BEST

I AM SUPPLIER
FROM A CRICKET TEAM

I AM COURSE AND STIPT,
MY HAIR IS 100% NATURAL

I HAVE SEEN A SPIRIT ONE TIME

THIS IS AWESOME

That went really well.
- Right. All right.

Can we try something else?
- Of course.

Can you mess up your hair?
- My hair is my trademark.

Try to look angry.

Imagine getting completely bald.

Great, if so. Turn a little now.

Right.

First card.

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER

Perfect. Really, that ... That was great.

So ... do you ...
Have you ever had girlfriends before?

I? The great Winch?

Yes.

Kind of.

I met a girl while skiing.

Do you know what they do after skiing?

I never skied.

That's a joke, right? Now you do
just weird funny, right?

Do you find me strange?

Apres skiing.

That was shocking.
She rattled on about her family ...

her friends, her school,
her clothes, her diet, her dog ...

her feelings. Oh dear.

Good for her, but I didn't pull it.

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO OFFER

I NEED ONE YEAR
PUNISHMENT

I LOVE ME

SEE MY TIME OUT

BUT IF YOU SEND ME A PIE ...

ALCATRAZ
PRISON

WITH A FILE IN IT ...

I SEE YOU OUTSIDE

She was at the end
from a dead end ...

furious, bitterness in her eyes,
anger in her heart.

She looked like a wolf dog,
but also resembled an otter.

But he was too nice,
too generous in spirit.

No, he felt sorry for her.

She thought she was a Karenina,
but was no more than a Bovary.

Are you ready?
- Yes.

It can be a bit shorter.
I mean ... I don't know.

I get it. The man doesn't like his ex-wife.

LOOK AT ME

I want to know what he does next.

He then rescues the prostitutes.

It's Opium Dimanche.
- That's not it.

It does not play in the Bronx.

Why don't you think of something else?

Like what?
- Another story.

I'll be back. Keep working.

It's stupid, but I'm nervous.

I had to give this to you.

Agnes, I have it.
- Hide yourself. I'll be back.

I'm coming.

What if my character was an agent?
But he is above the law.

He breaks the rules,
acts recklessly.

Amazing, right?
- Yes, great.

You are not convinced.

What are you doing?
- Sorry.

No problem.
It's just scenography, design.

Are you a set designer?

No. There was a theater
with a learning workplace.

An internship.

Yes, but it was in Berlin.

Is that a problem?
- My father needs me.

No me...

I mean, this ...

It is very interesting.
It is just like a dollhouse.

Does that sound very stupid?

It's for the play
A dollhouse.

Play. Absolutely yes.

The play. Of course.
A classic.

You have never heard of it.
- Yes. It's about a bunch of dolls.

A woman leaves in A dollhouse
her family behind because she doesn't ...

Agnes?

I think I have it.

Agnes.
- Yes?

It's a cop
who works with a partner.

In the beginning it doesn't click between them,
it does not work...

but slowly
they become a super team.

Amazing, right?
- Yes, that's great.

What are you doing?

Do you still want to go to Berlin?

I say this because I love you.

An artist has not alone
passion needed ...

but also...
- Talent?

I'm not saying you don't have talent.
Not at all. But...

Go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow.
- Kiss, sleep well.

Are you OK?
- You get used to it.

Everthing allright?

Bye.
- Sleep tight.

Are you holding back at Amberson, okay?
Just a little.

Hey, class traitor. It's a bomb.
- It's orange juice.

Don't you know the Anarchist Cookbook?

I send the Prime Minister a message:
the revolution has begun.

Good morning, Winchy. Vickers.

Cock.
- He's talking to you.

CALL ME - 03163625

I can not do it.
- Of course.

Say you didn't like the cake.

Why?
- I think they like to be teased.

Tease her.

Your cake was filthy.
- Who is this again?

Hey?

Hey?
- Hello, Agnes.

Hey.

Hey?
- Thank you for the cake.

He really wasn't eating.

Well, thank you.
- How is it going?

Hey? Are you still there?

Hey?

Hey?
- Sorry, Agnes. The connection is bad.

No problem. I just want to talk.
- I don't like to talk so much.

I do not like words, but deeds.
If I want something, I'll take it.

I don't want to play a game.
- Right.

I am who I am and that is who I am.

It is as I always say ...

What do you always say?

They teach you how to die,
but only you can learn to live.

I think you are right.

Enough chatter. I have to kiss you.

Take me to the moon.
Then you can kiss me.

Take me to the moon?

Gosh, she's one of them.

Take her to the moon?
How are we going to do that?

I do not think
that she meant it literally.

She wants you to prove it
that you are artistic.

I'm not artistic. Luckily not.
- Now it is.

Hi. Sorry. Excuse me.

Can the tape go to
come to the cricket pavilion?

Salty, Noodle.

You heard what he said. Now.

Amberman.

Mr. Director.

Amberman is a scholarship student.
Clear from a 'different environment'.

But we have this rough diamond
welcomed and polished ...

And now look, now he is doing a job
for the adjutant.

The paragon of a Caldermount boy.

Yes, sir.
- Yes, Ambrose.

Who knows you wear at the end
of a day full of fame ...

clothes full of blood,
polished that away ...

sweep your shame and say:
"Don't assume that I am what I was."

Are you a fan of Shakespeare?
- I go to bed with it and get up with it.

Three two one...

stars.

Moon dust promotion.

And...

action.

Cut. Cut.

I'm fine.

Three two one...

What should i say?
- Cut.

It is Saint-Exupéry and
you must say: "To love is not ..."

"Looking at each other,
but look in the same direction together. "

The battery runs out.

I'm fine.
- Cut. Cut. Cut.

The result is quite variable.
- Unless you like slapstick.

I need to resynchronize your text.
- I did my best.

You are just rather wooden.

Don't get this wrong,
but you are not Al Pacino.

Not even Jean-Claude Van Damme.

All right. That does detract
to my self-confidence.

It's fine this way.
- That's not it.

It's just a movie.

Agnes is creative,
thoughtful and intelligent.

With this you have to prove
that you deserve her.

That you are not too stupid
to dance for the duvel.

Listen ... I don't need this.

I look good.

And I can play the guitar.
Agnes will like me for who I am.

Really? I'm curious
how that will turn out.

Do you know?

You can really be a huge dick.

What should i say?
- Cut.

Hi. Have you seen Winchester?

I saw him go to the sports field
with his guitar.

Oh, shit.

On to line two.
Keck hangs there. Hi, Keck.

Hello, line two? Keck, are you there?

Shit.

I wrote this for you.

You hit me off my socks
you ... you threw me out

I wanted to make my move

I was disqualified by ...

the love referee

Oh, pretty girl, I want to belong to your team

i may not be a big talent,
but the best batter you know

unless you are a fan
of professional cricket

Sorry, what is cricket?

What is cricket? Oh my God.

Cricket is a game with two teams ...

Just hold on.

They must be in writing
are designated for the toss.

At test cricket ...
It is not going so well.

I'm sorry, Agnes.

I'm sorry, Agnes.
- Henry?

An ironic representation ...

An ironic representation ...

The young freer ...
- The young lover ...

as a troubadour ...
- If troubadour ...

An aperitif.

A monkey thief.

On the main show.

On the main show.

That's my boy.
That's my Spitfire.

Go upstairs.

What should I do?
- You didn't know what to do?

No, I never have ...
The boys think ...

Fast. Do I have to lead with the tongue?

No. I'd like her ice cream
break for that matter.

Right. Thanks, by the way.

I'm a nice boy.
- In a strange way.

You there.

Amberson.
- Yes, sir. How are you, sir?

What are you doing here?
- A physics project.

I record night birds.
- Night birds?

Native night birds.

The owl. The night hawk.
The night heron. The night crow.

The night crow is very elusive.
A very special call.

Small scrap.
- Huggins? How can I work like this?

This boy is watching your daughter.
- No, Nelly, I was ...

Did you film her?
- It's not ...

Spitfire.

My reputation.

I am the immortal part of myself
lost and what remains is beastly.

The Moor.

My guest was with the food
the South African Minister of Justice.

Dr. Van der Plooij
also owns a diamond mine.

He has four sons. Four.

But he sends it to a hotbed
of violence, lust and deception?

Decent families such as
the Van der Plooijs pay your wages.

They supplement what your stock market lacks,
sneaky peeper.

They pay because they do
believe in Caldermount.

That name, that reputation, that you
got through the mud tonight.

If this stays between the three of us,
I do not demand that you resign.

Quiet please.
You need new accommodation.

Somewhere where your daughter
does not stir up their dirty imagination.

Silence.

I suspend every student with whom they are
is caught in a consortium flagrante.

Tell me, who was in that room?

Hello, Mr. Amberson.

Good evening, director.

They are difficult times,
isn't it, Mr. Amberson?

The stock market helps. We are very grateful.

Your son refuses to say
who was in Miss Babinot's room.

Listen. Maybe you think you are someone
protects, but who have known it?

Can, Mr. Amberson.

Who could it have been?

I do not know.

Run with two buckets. Technical
suspension. Fifty hours in the kennels.

You have one more chance, Amberson.

Viriliter Age.

Thank you, director.

Come on.

To the ground.

Put the bag over his head.
- Did you have that with you?

You didn't betray me, Amberson.
We respect that.

Breakfast?

She wants to see me.

That's great right?

MEET ME THURSDAY
AT MIDNIGHT AT THE PUT

I don't want to be suspended.

It must be a bit dangerous, right?

What?
- Well ... love.

It's because of Streamers.

I have to complete myself
concentrate on the boar.

I understand that.

Do you want to tell her?

Sorry, I'm just
not so good with words.

Bulldogs.

Bulldogs.

Bulldogs.

Wait. I need your handwriting ...

if I want to do this well.
- Of course.

Make sure she knows she's really great.

Bulldogs.

AGNES, I am sorry,
I CAN'T MEET YOU

AGNES, I am sorry,
BUT IT IS PAST

I ALWAYS THINK OF YOU

ESCAPE PLAN

ALEXAN ERPLATZ BERLIN

RESCUE KIT

BERLIN DESTINATION

Proof of transport

WINTER SERVICE REGULATION FERRY

Could I stay with you?

How are you, neighbor?

These are beautiful houses.
Great walls.

I have a welcome gift for you.

It is a metal fish.
- A pudding form.

Listen,
I'm having a soirée on Friday night.

Some guys come by because of it
the Day of the Founder. Have a drink.

Just be a little crazy.

There will be cheese.

No, thank you.

We write on Founder's Day
history. We are warriors, damn it.

Come on.
- Bodies in battle, buddies.

Bodies in battle.
- Look at the man to your left.

He's your brother.
You must want to give your life for him.

Stop.

Where's Henry?
- He couldn't come.

The director thinks it was him up
your room was. He is not allowed to leave the house.

So did he send you?
- Winch said if you trusted me ...

that was good enough for him.

Why ... Why were you hiding?

To surprise him. Stupid right?

Are you coming with me?

I? Where to?
- What does it matter?

That is not possible.
- Yes.

This is my last chance.

I want to ask you so much about Henry.

I would like to tell you everything about him ...

I want to show you
what the earth looks like.

Sorry.

Henry is a good writer. He can
Express themselves. He is authentic, poetic.

Yes, Winch is very poetic.

Is Henry coming with me?
- To Berlin?

Yes. He is not happy here.
- Oh, no, he's very happy.

How? At that terrible school?
- It's not terrible.

Stop it.
This place is bad for the soul.

What?

Oh, well ... Just ...

the soul?

Stop that.

Don't pretend to be an English pig.

Sorry.

Where are we actually going?

What do you call it in French?

Rouflaquettes.

Rouflaquettes.
- Oui.

Oui.

What about you and your family?
- Me? My family?

Brothers? Sisters?
- No.

And you? Are you all right?

Yes, sometimes I feel a bit ...
- Down?

If I feel that way ...
- Down.

I look at people
and I imagine their first kiss.

Do you live in a novel?
- It's a positive feeling.

His first kiss was so tender.

And his was forbidden.

Maybe a niece.
- Something like that.

And he?

Okay?

All right.

It's 1939 and Victor ...

Is that Victor?
- Victor joins the Air Force.

Just as the train is leaving,
leans his childhood friend, Wendy ...

against the window and she kisses him.

She gives him hope
and that hope keeps him alive.

Wendy and Victor marry in 1945.

In 1946 they realize
that they have nothing in common ...

except that kiss,
an illusion that binds them.

Positive, right.

Eventually Wendy leaves Victor
a guy she met in Eccles.

She is happy.
Victor not. He is alone.

Stop.
- He thinks so.

But he survived D-Day damn it.
This doesn't stop him.

So he buys a leather jacket
and an engine ...

and goes after old women.

Because Victor is a charming old man
and he has promised himself one thing:

every day
the best day of his life.

And your first kiss?

The theater has me
offered a job.

What did your father say?
- He does not know.

I'm going to accept it.
- What about Winch?

He can come with me.

But what if he can't do that?

First you think they are not
getting along ...

Never mind. She doesn't speak French.

And I won't call you tomorrow,
because you are annoying.

He says I have to ask you
what you want me to call you: Mama? Mom?

That you were hurt,
is no reason to hurt others.

What do I care about others?
And where do you think you are going?

Tonight: THE DAMBUSTERS

There is a girl there. Over there.

Get Amberson. Now.

I can be suspended for this.
- I had to see you.

All right. You are very handsome.

But not meant to be handsome
people are often completely idiots.

You would be a beautiful
empty sleeve. But...

you have ideas, feelings in you,
a way of expressing yourself.

I didn't even find your poetry terrible.
So you could be ugly.

You could be really fat like ...
- Le Michelin Man.

Yes.

But then I would still love you.

Come to Norfolk tonight.
At ten o'clock. Let's go to Berlin.

Hey, you there, boy.
- You there, stop.

Stop.

In a line.

Everyone in line. Now.

She has gone completely crazy.

Who?
- Agnes.

She thinks I sent her poetry.

Insane.

Do you think you like the hair
maybe not well explained?

You know, Day of the Founder,
match preparation ...

Maybe I don't have all the details
put on the i, not everything checked.

All right. I know some people make me stupid
find, but I think you keep something silent.

I wrote her.

But then I kept writing.

And you pretended to be me?

It is not the end of the world.
She wants to run away with you.

No, stupid, she wants to run away with you.

She fell for the shit
in your Harlequin letters.

Do you really think so?
- Yes.

She will be devastated if she
find out you're lying to her.

I didn't lie to her.
I was creative.

Name it how you want.
You don't lie to friends.

How should I know that?
I'm Noodle, I don't have any friends.

That's right. You don't have that.

Silence.

Pulls out of the eye of the riot
yours, gentlemen ...

or I call for looting
and release the war dogs.

Break up. Run, come on.

In a line. Tidy in line.

Starlight Express.
You don't believe your eyes.

As if there really is a train in the room.

Engine. Tower.
- Good evening.

Good evening, Huggins.

Skids.
- Good evening.

Bronty.
- You are a legend, Huggins.

A true legend.

That is a nice bouquet.

Got it, sir.
No, we keep an eye on things.

Good luck.

Someone has broken out.

Huggins saw that Babinot's girl
someone was waiting at Norfolk.

Not on me. I'm listening here
to his whining.

I said it. Noodle cooks up something.
When I...

Thank you, Vickers.

See you later.

Maybe she's waiting for him.
To have sex?

Johnson, that makes no sense.
- Come on.

You didn't care for Noodle last semester.
What do you win with this?

His name is Amberson.

Get out now.

A beer please.
- ID?

A ranja, please.

Are you sure it's her?
- Yes.

What have you done with your hair?
- Nothing.

I wanted to make it look like yours.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

What are you doing here?

Well, then it ends.

Nonsense. You don't miss this opportunity.

Go inside, tell her the truth
and make you get away. I distract them.

Bodies in battle.

But wait...
- No, it's okay. Go to Berlin.

I'll have to be Streamers without you.

Why are you helping me?

They teach you how to die,
but only you can learn to live.

That means nothing.
I made that up.

Poetry.

Shit.

My car, damn it.

Yes.

Who do you have an appointment with?
- Hey.

Take it easy.
- Don't touch my daughter.

I came for a drink.
- You see? That's all.

She meets a boy.
They walk away together.

No, it is not.

Open your eyes.
She has a suitcase.

What nonsense. He is angry,
because he wanted to decorate me.

Not true. She lies.
- What did you want?

What is your problem?

Pack your suitcase, we're going home.
- No, I'm cutting it.

Finish your book or not, you have to
know yourself. I'm not helping you anymore.

Agnes?

You too, Winchester?

They can't do this. I'll do everything
to tell. This is all my fault.

Seriously, save the effort.

Dad took it pretty well, all in all.

Where are you going?
- Well ...

I am going white water
on the mighty Limpopo ...

and give me credit for game ...
- Or?

The army.

Why did you do that?

Because you are a friend.

Are you okay?

With the great Winch?

I do not know.

Compadre.

Tell her the truth.

I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING
BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE

You are on the team, Amberson.
Do it for Caldermount.

Tucker mate
How are things in Rhodesia?

Hi Dad. How was it in Geneva?

Left, left, left, left, right, left.

This is Thomas Huggins from mine
alma mater, Caldermount College ...

on the Day of the Founder.

There we are. What a beautiful day.
Old and young. Past and present.

Champions versus legends.

Age Viriliter.

Now that I have been promoted after years
as deputy director ...

I have the top
from my personal journey.

This is where theirs starts.

They take on the Old Boys,
an epic battle ...

that I may lead to my honor.

Come on, Amberson.

Laugh.

Come on, we'll just do this.

Founders Scratch versus the Old Boys XI.

This is it then. The fight in which boys
men become men and men become boys.

Have you ever...

Huggins seen with a girl,
with a girl

Seen huggins with a girl
- Great joke.

Great British joke.

They won't ask why.
- They will only do and die.

Start the drill.

Come on.

Stop it, Dad.

Run.

Boast.

Come on.

Scoring, fool.

Agnes.

Was it you?

Why are you telling me this?
- Because I really want it.

Because I want to tell you that I am you
great find. And I know you are going ...

but I just want to stand here now ...

opposite you.
Even if I get hit then.

I've never hit anyone before.
- What about the boys in Nantes?

I had made it up.
I pretended to be cool, not scared.

Afraid of what?
- Life.

Last call for all passengers.

Close your eyes.

Come on.

Scoring, fool.

Boast.

Dad, I've gotten the defeat
dragged from victory. Your words.

Why?

Because I don't want to be immortalized anywhere.
On a plate, a medal, a cup.

I'm leaving Caldermount.

Dad, this isn't goodbye.

It must be au revoir
or auf wiedersehen.

Or arrivederci, adios, sayonara, shalom.

Your son. Martin.

Translation: Massimo Ferretti
massimo.ferretti@ziggo.nl